No sun--no moon--no morn--no noon,
No dawn--no dusk--no proper time of day,
No warmth--no cheerfulness--no healthful ease,
No road, no street, no t' other side the way,
No comfortable feel in any member--
No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees,
No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds,
November!
See the bees and butterflies, blessed creatures. Hear that blackbird, or perhaps it is a trush. We take what life we can.
It's all right to have butterflies in your stomach. Just get them to fly in formation.
And many an ante-natal tomb When butterflies dream of the life to come.
We are closer to the ants than to the butterflies. Very few people can endure much leisure.
Girls are like butterflies...pretty to look at, too hard to catch.